When I started playing with Barbie, women couldn’t get credit cards but Barbie had  her own Dream House. I never forgot that. She inspired me to dream of  my own house. Greta Gerwig reminded me of that feeling of imagining yourself being endlessly re-invented through child’s play.

Doesn’t it seem absurd that there’s this giant orb in the sky so bright we’ll go blind if we look at it?! Somewhat ill-suited aren’t we, if we can’t look at the sky?

I have an irrepressible desire to express myself.

Clearly, people prefer the thrill of clandestine romantic encounters over those which are condoned, ones that risk if not ensure exposure.